One's administration is unostentatious, unostentatious
one's people are simple, simple.
One's administration is prying, prying
one's people are needy, needy.
Misery alas! happiness's place it supports.
Happiness alas! misery's place it conceals.
Who knows its limits?
It not ceases.
The normal in turn becomes abnormal.
The good in turn becomes unlucky.
The people's confusion!
It daily assuredly since long.
Therefore the holy man is square yet not he injures
angular yet not he hurts
upright yet not strict
bright yet not shining.
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